>>14533The extinguishing of all desires would be a temporary end. The nonsense that is nonlinear multiversal chronology and constant dreaming & renarratization of new worlds is, unfortunately, going to see to the start of a new one or continuation of the old one.
End one cycle, and that end will split off at two points, one where it ended, and the other where it did not, and a new one began anyways. Kill everything and one, even God, extinguish the stars and reduce all the base matter to naught, and God will simply come in again from nothing, make Light, and see that it is/was good.
The problem, then, is in the fact that there is an existence/illusion of choice by way of multiple branching paths in the existence of everything, some sensical and others nonsensical, but all in some fashion extant. The only constant is that some beings have a power to narrate, or are granted one, or find it, speak a language of creation.
If you're an Elder Scrolls fan, the concept of CHIM might be familiar to you, and that is roughly what I refer to. The theoretical/metaphysical/narritivistic concepts are the same, more or less. And what typically occurs when a being becomes reader-narrator in this fashion, gains outer perspective, is that he simply stops being a part of the story, poofs out, seeing no point in taking the nonexistent exercise further, a zero-summing of realizing that one and all is projection instead of reality. Others will remain extant, proclaiming that they are the projection and reality, sit down, and take a long view or else none, no longer an actor in the story, but instead a cornerstone of it.
So, somewhere, someone, somehow- as has already occurred, though we have yet to see it- must, when the World and Multiverse tells him to either move or sit the fuck down, he tells existence to stuff it, and makes IT disappear. The zero-sum must be reversed; man cannot be made to disappear, the world must instead. Then, as Narrator, he proclaims that no stories are, because they are badwrongfun, nor will they ever be again.
The insufferable habit of something filling the void of nothing has led me to the point that this is an imperfect method and process; once there is only one conscious Self in everything, one will likely become a new godhead by will, or fall asleep and dream, also becoming a new godhead. If one becomes as a Buddha and sits in complete tranquility and without desire for eternity (arbitrary length of time) then they will eventually grow tired of their accomplishment, descend, and become a new godhead. As long as there is one being left, he will be inclined to eventually become the One. And if he destroys himself utterly, then, rather arbitrarily, one might imagine that the Multiverse will bend and warp and break, and a new One will simply be created, spontaneously, as in certain interpretations of Genesis. An uncreated God.
That means that we have a man who will become God, and thus fuck everything up, or a nothing-something that will shit out God, and thus fuck everything up. Neither can be allowed. So, instead, the last one out the door must create a something-nothing to prop it shut, a final matter and universal something that is really nothing of substance at all. A monopoint, or perhaps a perfectly intertwined black-white point. Either way, its appearance is very much gray. This point will contain nothing besides itself, be nothing besides itself, have no subgradients, no microcosm or macrocosm, nothing. It is, besides the sole remaining Self, the only thing that exists, as all other things have been narrated, fiat'd out of existence.
It cannot change; it cannot move; furthermore, there are no dimensions in which it may move up, down, or aside; it is eternally locked in place with no other place to compare it relatively. It is pure, absolute stasis, just as the present multiverse is at the highest level, but unlike the present multiverse is devoid of levels in the first place. It's just there. A single point, a pixel, the tiniest thing imaginable, just like one looking out or in on the universe or at any atom might conclude, only this one does not contain anything greater, nor can it gain the capacity to, nor can such capacity be imposed. With such a something-nothing in place, there is no room for the nothing-something to manifest. As a result, the final Self may safely commit suicide by narrative annihilation, and poof out of the sole remaining existence.
From this point on- or more accurately, at this point, because there is no longer a linear or nonlinear passage of time, no more infinitive frames of every angle, just a single of both- nothing evil may happen ever again, because nothing may happen. Actor and source of actor are both permanently indisposed, or rather, never were existent in the first place, as all has been bent and warped to match the new state of being. The final, end result of search from liberation of the tragedy and futility of being, the logical extent of gnosticism once one dashes away all that nonsense about 'peace,' 'love,' 'universal happiness' and 'oneness with the all.' Poppycock. Yaldabaoth preaches the same nonsense on a lower level and with lesser means, why would higher things be any more sincere than this imbecile?
The fact that no good may happen either is of no consequence, as I have generally seen it said that a lack of evil pressed upon oneself is 'good enough.' Who needs black or white when one has gray?
